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1.I'm rolling out of Bakersfield 
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  My own private hell on wheels 
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  But this time I'm gone for good 
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  And I've never gone this far before 
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  Beyond the slamming of the back screen door 
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  But you never love me like you should 
 

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C.And there ain't no telling what I'll find 
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  But I might as well move down the line 
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  There's no comfort here in your zip code 
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  I'd rather break down on the highway 
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  With no one to share my load 
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  And cry on the shoulder of the road 
 
2.It makes me feel a little low 
  Steel guitar on the radio 
  And it's kinda scary the way these truckers fly 
  So this is how leaving feels 
  Drinking coffee and making deals 
  With the One above to get me through the night 
 
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AEAD ADAE 
 
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